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Dear @unendingUroburos - Caliborn- could of course sense the dissonance in time between here and there. He didn’t know, of course, that most of it was my own work- pruning here, splitting there. Placing a certain cane back into his care for my own future acquisition. All in all, accounting for certain absences. But regardless of how little time it had been for him, fighting through that first white orb tipped tower taking only hours from his perspective, *I* had been waiting for quite some time for him to turn it on. And now, he has, and the ball is rolling. And it’s time for us to talk! [Like so!] LIKE SO. WHAT. [Oh, don’t worry about it. Anywho, hello, dear boy.] OH. YOu. I REMEMBER YOu. THE SINISTER SEEMING BITCH. WITH THE HARD TO READ WHITE TEXT. WHO SENT ME THE CODE FOR AN OMINOuS JuJu. [Yes, yes. Mistress Frame, humble guide and loving mistress, at your service. I’d recommend you don’t disparage the white text, seeing as currently that is the color yours is.] WHAT. NO IT ISN’T? I CAN SEE THAT IT IS GREEN. WITH MY EYE. [Well, on your end yes. Really, we should have used the pesterchum format again for this, but that takes time, and some people are lazy.] WHAT THE FuCK ARE YOu TALKING ABOuT. [Again, dear boy, don’t worry about it. What you SHOULD focus on is the matter of your game! And I am here to guide you on it.] OH. RIGHT. SHOuLDN’T I HAVE. A FLYING GHOST THINGY. TO TELL ME ABOuT IT? [Yes, but her spritely instincts to guide you are currently being contested by her disdain for you. And the only other option is the author, and I’m just straight up NOT letting that happen. So you get me, instead! You may say thank you.] WHY WOuLD I DO THAT. WHEN I NEITHER LIKE. NOR TRuST YOu. [Hurtful, but you will eventually. For a time, at least!] OKAY. FINE. I FEEL LIKE QuESTIONING YOuR WEIRD AND CONFuSING PHRASING. IS ONLY GOING TO GIVE ME A FuCKING HEADACHE. WHAT THE FuCK IS THIS TOWER. THIS DOES NOT SEEM TO MATCH. ANYTHING I KNEW ABOuT THE GAME PREVIOUSLY? [Correct. You and your sister’s game is unique. A result of the timeline you inhabit, the particular nature of your classes and aspects, and the influence of greater forces. This tower is the first of many. An activator that sends a signal to others- your sister has one as well, she reached it right before being compelled to sleep. Don’t worry about the details of that event, that’s something I had to…tweak. I really should write that recap…] YOu ARE DIGRESSING. INTO VAGuE BuLLSHIT AGAIN. IF THIS TOWER IS AN “ACTIVATOR”. WHAT DO THE REST DO. [Excellent question! One I, of course, knew you would ask. Each one sends a signal to Skaia. A marker of how close you are to beginning your true quest. Naturally your sister’s towers will do much the same. Once you have activated all of them, you will gain access to your Denizen and be granted the opportunity to make your Choice.] THAT MuCH. FITS WITH WHAT I’VE HEARD BEFORE. I’M GuESSING THAT. THERE IS GOING TO BE CHALLENGES AND ENEMIES GETTING TO THESE TOWERS. LIKE THERE WAS THIS ONE? [Very much so. And much harder, as well. Fortunately for you, you get a small reprieve in that you only have seven towers to activate.] I DON’T MIND CHALLENGE. THAT IS FINE. BuT. ONCE I MAKE A CHOICE. THEN WHAT. I KNOW WHAT THE PuRPOSE. OF THE REGuLAR GAME IS. TO MAKE A uNIVERSE. IS THAT STILL WHAT’S HAPPENING HERE. [Not quite. Not entirely inaccurate either. Really, it depends on the choices, both capitalized and otherwise, you and your sister make. This session is unique, as I said. A variety of factors interweaving. Once the towers activate, a much longer, more exciting quest awaits each of you. Technically cooperative, functionally more of a race- if I have my way, at least. You two very much *will* have the opportunity to create something by the end of it. I intend to guide you into creating something beautiful, and in some sense…you already have. Heehee.] OH MY GOD. ARE YOu FuCKING INCAPABLE. OF SAYING SOMETHING THAT ISN’T OMINOuS. AND THREATENING. [Not really!] FuCKING GREAT. IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE I SHOuLD KNOW. BEFORE I GO OFF TO. TuRN ON TOWERS? [No, no. Nothing at all, dear boy! You’ll find a convenient return portal has activated at the base of this tower, right back to your room. If and when you ever need to speak to me, simply activate it here! And I’m certain, which I do mean in the truest sense of the word, that you will find I have facilitated your connection with certain events in between your questing. Ah, I do have one thing to say, though.] GREAT. WHAT IS IT. [Calliope.] --unendingUroburos has been knocked unconscious on the tower keyboard-- [Magnificent.]
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MAYBE I SHOULD FIND CLOTHES.
ooh okay uh. maybe don't break out a fucking wind turbine vaccum if you want to be saved when your dipshit ass falls from twenty stories up. as a follow up? didnt even work that good i just had to uncaptcha something and now the whole thing exploded. #violence #gore
AN UGLY GREEN.
Well well well, I did say I was coming, didn’t I? Good evening, chittr. Am I interrupting? Rhetorical question, the answer is irrelevant. Don’t bother answering, darlings. I am but a humble guide and loving mistress, shepherd of a timeline and all it’s branches and iteration. You may have seen my lady @unboundUraeus and the dear muse @unendingUroborus. Perhaps you’ve even seen some of my own contributions to their pages. That’s outside the point, though. I have come now that the clock is ticking towards the beginning of The Game to ensure that all events crucial to my timeline are forced into place, for my first and primary goal. After that, well. You don’t want to be spoiled, do you? Again, rhetorical question. I don’t care whether you do or don’t. Regardless, I know I’ll certainly be having fun doing so. But I’m being rude, aren’t I? I haven’t told you my name. If you’ll permit me- not that I need you to- to paraphrase a classic cliche: Please, allow my to introduce myself. I’m a woman of wealth and taste. I’ve been around for a long, LONG year. Stolen many a man’s soul to waste. Pleased to met you. The name is Mistress Frame. And now it’s time you learn The nature…of my game. https://www.image2url.com/r2/default/images/1777052348331-69651083-a7be-46b5-9d46-28c075cba41f.png
THERE ARE SO MANY VERSIONS. OF DIRK ON HERE. AND IT INTIMIDATES ME. BECAuSE THEY’RE ALL SO COOL. AND I ALREADY DON’T FEEL WORTHY. OF BEING FRIENDS. WITH MINE.
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WELL, WELL, WELL. WHAT HAPLESS IDIOTS HAVE DARED TO WAKE ME FROM MY SLUMBER?
concept: running your hands over the soft feathers of your benevolent cherubim matesprits wings, watching them shutter and squirm beneath you "you need to be careful... if i get too excited... it could be..." they trail off, sharp claws grinding up over your neck to hold your cheeks affectionately the danger excites you theyve told you before how strange it is to feel such deep affection for something and how frightening it is knowing how easy it would be to hurt you to hurt everyone "i know you wont hurt me" you murmur they stare up at you with a needy expression "kiss me" (tags: Reader/Matesprit, Reader/Cherub Matsprit, #rankworks, Troll/Cherub, flushfic, i could never hurt you, size difference, power scaling difference, redrom, power imbalance, wingplay, cherubplay, #nsfw, archive rating: M)
concept (part 2): but there is no hate like cherubian love there is no horror akin to the tearing of green flesh to reveal scales upon scales upon scales the gaping maw of an angel set to devour you whole you are eviscerated and the suffering is immeasurable as it is irresistible swallowed and crushed by mere essence alone and yet still you feel your bones breaking your blood spilling the ash of your own meat filling your mouth there is no fight to be had against 93 million miles of destruction you will be reduced to an anatomic level only to be expanded back into a willing and able vessel the sensation is as indescribable as it is agonizingly fulfilling filling you as it empties you of everything, core ablaze with a radiant white gold that unmakes as it creates an eldritch conception in which your being is so thoroughly dominated you are destroyed beyond destruction, recreated into that which houses what you were unmade to carry breeding hate envelops you so completely it is unlike anything imaginable, penetrating every cell in your body with a sloppy pitchcoded plap you are bred thick, twisted, deadly, disgusting, swollen with the agony of the egg (tags: Reader/Cherub, cross species breeding, cherubplay, snake sex, black hole, blackhole, #nsfw, #violence, #nsfwe, #body-horror, vore adjacent, oviposition, breeding, blackrom, redrom to blackrom, pitchfic, extreme size difference, #rankworks, hyper size difference, like im not really sure there is a name for this kind of extreme macro play, archive rating: E)
WHY ARE PEOPLE OFFENDED WHEN I CALL THEM BITCHES. THIS IS STuPID AND SHORT SIGHTED AND WOMANLY OF THEM. I CAN RECLAIM. I WAS 1/2 WOMAN MYSELF ON MY SISTER'S SIDE BEFORE SHE PERISHED IN AN ACCIDENT. HATERS DON'T EVEN BOTHER TO KNOW #HERSTORY. ABOuT ME.
Perhaps I will leave the question open. You will, I imagine, understand that I am referring to you. Eventually. How is it that you live? A timeline so adjacent to mine, one where my Lord’s will is law and all that is. Yet you live. And thrive, even. How? It is the most peculiar dark spot of them all. One I cannot penetrate. You are the greatest target of his ire, the ultimate target. Your complete extinguishment from any form of reality should be assured. I say this with no malice, it is mere fact. Perhaps if you provide me the answer, I will shift my gaze from others in your circle. Tick. Tock.
#Dirkweek starting right now. Nobody but Dirk's are welcome. Fuck everyone else we are going to party.
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this morning, i thoUght it woUld be nice to leave a little open letter for my brother @UnendingUroborUs when he next awakes, since it seems with oUr game soon beginning he will be there after all! please Understand, yoU are not important! and yoU are not loved. or even liked, really. if yoU start to ever think that either of these things are UntrUe as a resUlt of the people of this website hUmoring yoU, let me assUre yoU it is jUst that…hUmoring yoU. jUst like oUr friends on oUr timeline! or rather, *my* friends. yoU are blUnt, and crUde, and yoUr brain is defective. i have seen yoU try and fail to learn, all yoUr little deficiencies. rand, really, what yoU call art is bloody disgUsting! i’d rather yoU stopped trying, altogether! like it or not, that is the way of these things! one half of Us is the sUperior, the other…well, is yoU. please don’t start thinking coUnterwise! ~_u
#ONEWANTSCANDY #IWANTCANDY ?
Unfortunately, I was unable to participate in last night's festivities. I PERSONALLY made the perilous journey to a secure Crockercorp underground bunker to secure the requisite implement for tonight. ... Unlike our previous events, we invite ONLY the courageous select few among you to journey deep within yourselves. This will be a night of communion to forces with which you are all yet unawares. Access to a relic of the time before the Creators. Welcome to #eridanweek Night Five. How's the state of your sweet tooth? Confirm your attendance with #IWANTCANDY on the timeline. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/043f8154d007.png
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